Un film dérangeant: Catlab-Buckeye-Urban-Tress

There is no sense in the world. There is no justice. There are only hands, and hands that do, and in so doing, create. They make. They mate. They self-congratulate for remembering how to spell four-letter proper nouns and include the dot when writing their letters. They exist.

Seen here on East German television last year, Voss, the suppressed visionary whose films include "The Dead Coat", "Irritant Number 4", and "Here Child, Finish Your Nothing", he entered the West three days ago, and has agreed to appear on Sprockets and speak with me, his greatest fan.

The most enjoyable part of this post were the funny K State comments and the French comments, I found myself trying to read them in a Pepe La Pew accent, you know...every little thing makes me whisper Paris, oui!